Shattered Illusions: Love, Lies, and Redemption

"Yoli. Yoli, come on, wake up. Say something to me."

Lizetta's hands were trembling, her voice shattered. She couldn't bring herself to touch Yolanda, fearing she might shatter her into pieces.

How could there be so much blood? Such a torrent flowing from beneath Yoli's head.

"Somebody help! Please, someone save her."

Her vision blurred, everything around her seemed to dissolve into ghostly shadows, a vast emptiness swirling before her eyes.

Only the glaring red beneath Yolanda stood out, so vivid, so scarlet.

It was all her fault. She knew it was reckless, yet she insisted on throwing this damned wedding, and now Yolanda was paying the price because of her.

"Liz."

caught

staining Lizetta's wedding dress, turning the pristine white into a haunting red, clenched his heart in an iron grip, a suffocating pain. He called out

panicked than he'd ever felt, but one thing was crystal clear in his mind: Yolanda must

happen to Yolanda, he and Lizetta would

split second, Remington was down on one knee, swiftly tearing a piece of fabric to carefully lift Yolanda's head, pressing down on the

doctor! Now!" At the same time,

the manager snapped back to reality, he fumbled with

be scared. The doctors are on their way, and so is the

intense loathing and coldness, sharp and piercing, as if a million needles were ready to tear him apart. Remington had never seen such a look in Lizetta's

always gentle and meek, avoiding conflict, never taking initiative to stir up trouble, her

never seen her look at anyone with such deep disdain

way, as if she wanted to gouge out

foreign and hoarse, "Don't touch her with

cloud, while Lizetta looked around desperately for someone to help, "Hogan!